Infinite: Dawn Game

"vomit!"

Mu Gui gagged, clutching his stomach and lowering his head uncontrollably.

The sound of retching made the faces of the "medicine patients" on the cross twitch several times.

A twitch in the literal sense.

The rotting flesh, as if corroded by some liquid, trembled and dripped little by little... Thick, rotten flesh mixed with blood splattered on the body and shoulders, making it unbearable to look at.

Even though Mu Gui tried to hold back, he finally took out his mask and put it on.

"Hold... I'm sorry."

While apologizing, Mu Gui reached out and touched the faces of the "medicine people," while his other gloved hand trembled as he hesitantly pulled out a bottle of green liquid.

With the sound of the bottle cap being unscrewed, Mu Gui swallowed hard and poured the liquid he had just unscrewed onto the face of the first "drug man".

puff!

It is the sound of flesh being corroded by some kind of liquid.

The "drug man" in front of him immediately trembled all over, his tongueless mouth opened wide to its limit, and you could even see the bloody flesh torn from the corners of his mouth due to pain.

But soon, the gruesome, bloody wounds on his face began to heal at a visible speed—Mu Gui quickly poured another bottle of green liquid into his wide-open mouth and hurried toward the next "drug man".

From the cross beside him came the constant, silent writhing and wailing of the "drug victims" in agony. Shepherd Gui didn't dare to look up, but just kept treating these "drug victims" in front of him, cold sweat dripping down his face.

By the time he had treated all the "medicine patients," he was completely disheveled, as if he had been drenched in water.

Shepherd Gui dared not look into the eyes of the "medicine victims" on the cross who were looking at him, and bent down with a mop to start cleaning up the garbage and rotting flesh on the ground.

...The nun said she wanted to see a clean laboratory when she returned...

Shepherd Gui silently repeated the sentence, bowing his head and hunching his back as he quickly swept.

Until a broken, hoarse male voice came from behind him.

“Mu...gui…”

He is one of those "drug people".

Mu Gui's body stiffened.

"...Being a dog...looks...pretty good...cough cough cough cough—"

The "medicine man," who had just recovered and whose tongue had just grown back, laughed loudly, his throat as hoarse as an old tree peeling its bark.

"...Does it feel good... to do this?"

"The Medicine Man" continued, "Those, those teammates you killed... those teammates you killed... hahahaha... they should, should hate you to death, you lapdog, right?"

The incessant mocking and sarcastic voices of the "medicine man" reached Mu Gui's ears. He trembled as he gripped the mop handle tightly, wanting to retort, but his mind went blank.

Seeing that Mu Gui didn't even dare to turn his head, the "medicine man" laughed and coughed wildly, coughing up blood while continuing to poke needles into Mu Gui's chest.

"They, they probably died in unease... They died such a tragic death... I remember, I remember there was a young girl among them who is still alive, right?"

"Tell me... tell me if she hates you or not? Hahahaha, Mu Gui... you cowardly, spineless bastard! You're trash who'd abandon your teammates just to survive! You... what right do you have! What right do you have to be alive?!"

The words "Drug Man" were uttered with blood, his mouth still wet with blood foam spit out due to his emotional outburst, his once fairly normal features now twisted, his brows furrowed with mad malice.

"They...they died such a tragic death—"

"enough!"

Mu Gui finally couldn't take it anymore. He turned around abruptly, his delicate features filled with pain.

The "drug man" paused for a second after being yelled at, but soon he started laughing wildly again, each laugh louder and higher than the last!

"What right do you have to tell me to stop?!"

Perhaps he had had enough to catch his breath after talking for so long, the "medicine man" ignored the fact that he was spitting out mouthfuls of blood and continued to rub salt into Mu Gui's sore spot, word by word.

You're a despicable person!

"You killed so many people! So many lives?! And in the end only two survived, hahaha! Shepherd, shepherd! Do you dare to speak in your dreams every night? Huh?! Answer me! Do you dare to speak, hahaha?!"

The other "drug victims" on the surrounding crosses dared not make a sound.

They endured the pain of organ regeneration treatment, occasionally glancing at the "medicine person" who was frantically insulting pastoral rules, feeling that the other party was too audacious.

As a favorite of the nun, Mu Gui could even be considered a confidant... How dare he insult him like that? Even though Mu Gui usually seems to have a good temper, is this something to be insulted like that?

Unless, unless he doesn't want to live anymore—

"I've said enough!"

Mu Gui's eyes were bloodshot. He threw down the mop in his hand, strode quickly to the "drug man," covered his mouth with his hand, and roared:

"I've fucking said enough! Can't you understand human language?! Do you want to die?! Ah!!!"

His response was the "drug man's" vicious bite on his finger.

The pain of having his flesh and bones torn apart instantly made Mu Gui scream in agony. He tried to pull his hand away, but a large part of his flesh was still bitten off.

The once-intact finger was instantly turned into a bloody mess, with the bare finger bones protruding from the crimson flesh, a horrifying sight.

"Does it feel good?"

The "medicine man" laughed loudly, sticking out his tongue to lick the blood that had been bitten off his lips—or more accurately, his own blood and Mu Gui's blood.

"Does it hurt? Hahaha, your teammates back then were in a thousand times, a hundred times, ten thousand times more pain than you are now!"

"Why didn't they come into your dream to kill you?! Oh no, it's probably because they didn't want to come into your dream at all?"

The "drug man" was laughing, his face, mouth, and even his eye sockets were covered in blood.

He just laughed and added another sentence.

"They really find you disgusting! No wonder—"

"I've said enough!"

Mu Gui's emotions completely collapsed. He yelled and pulled a bottle of murky liquid from his pocket, then threw it at the "drug man" who was still shouting and mocking him.

boom--

The medicine bottle fell to the floor, scattering shards of glass everywhere, turning the freshly mopped floor into a mess once again.

At the same time, a tear rolled down Mu Gui's red eyes, and the ensuing panic made him take several steps back.

"No, no no no no!"

“Aa ...

The "medicine man" on the cross before them screamed and howled in agony, his newly healed wounds beginning to burst open at an eerie speed, revealing blurred layers of scarlet muscle, viscera emerging from the flesh, and a throbbing red heart—

boom!

It was an explosion louder than the sound of a glass bottle cracking.

Mu Gui's hands trembled; he was dumbfounded.

The heart of the "drug patient" exploded right in front of him.